itp: noiz being a brat

[bunnyfucker]

[So it's an ordinary day at Heibon, right, Aoba? Quiet, no customers, the three brats come and gone like the typhoon of energy and chaos they are. Some calls, but not many, and even fewer orders in the long run. A slow day by any standard, filled with nothing but sitting behind the desk and watching a shop that's going nowhere.

Until the door bell jingles. And in walks Noiz, piercings and flat green eyes and all. His bunny cubes clack together as he approaches the front desk - and consequently, Aoba - like he belongs there, hands stuck in his pockets and completely at ease among the junk. He stops in front of the desk, staring Aoba right in the face, not saying a word or explaining his sudden appearance until - ]

Hey.

We're leaving.

[... wait, what?]

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[bunnyfucker]

[Noiz nods to the thanks, digging into his food. From the way he eats a lot of it - slow at first, like he's testing it out, the way he sets some dishes aside and winds up clearing others out in seconds - it makes it obvious that it's trying a lot of this stuff out for the first time. He doesn't notice Aoba's strange pause at first because of it, but once he does he swallows the mouthful of burger he has, raising a brow.]

Something wrong?

[Yeah, good job realizing just now that this is Noiz's version of a date. Then again... Noiz. So it wasn't exactly clear in the first place...]

[seragakiscrapper]

[Guess it doesn't matter whether or not Aoba wanted this to be a date. It's a date. A date. With Noiz. Granny would scold him if she could see him now, not using his head. He certainly feels foolish. Geez, Noiz couldn't say anything about it, had to drag him along.

Then again would Aoba had come? Would he had seriously said yes if Noiz asked him to go out with him? He's not sure. It doesn't necessarily feel wrong but it feels weird.

Something wrong?

'No.'

'It's fine.'

'Yes.'

'You're a jerk.']

...you don't like takoyaki?

[bunnyfucker]

[Noiz is certain that's not what Aoba was going to say at all, and it doesn't answer his question. Still, his attention is diverted for the moment, his brows furrowing at the unfamiliar name. He glances at the dishes he set aside, trying to puzzle out which one might be the takoyaki Aoba's talking about.]

... which one?

[He sure doesn't look like he's joking, Aoba.]

[seragakiscrapper]

You don't know?

[Seriously? Aoba points out to one of the containers, the octopus balls sitting there innocently, only one missing from the group.]

What did you think it was?

[bunnyfucker]

[His eyes follow where Aoba points, and he picks up the container, eyeing the dumplings. Instead of answering, he eats another one of them, chewing slowly to get another taste for it.]

... it's salty. [He frowns thoughtfully, chewing a little more before he swallows.] The texture's strange, too. [Considering his tongue is about the only thing that can feel properly, texture is a Big Thing with Noiz. But the final verdict:]

It's not bad. [A shrug as he puts the container back down, moving back to the burger he'd been eating before.]

[seragakiscrapper]

[You are so weird. Aoba really doesn't get it.]

What rock did you crawl out from under, seriously?

[But he continues eating anyway, even as going as far to making a pleased noise after one of his bites. Despite how weird this is, it's... nice? It's just food and Noiz.]

[bunnyfucker]

I don't really bother with other foods.

[Which might be obvious, with the dishes he's taken bites from and then set aside. It helps that he has cash to spend and doesn't really care where it winds up, either. Outside of tech and Rhyme-related purchases anyway.

Still, this... is oddly nice. And easy to do. It doesn't seem like Aoba expects that much small talk, which is good - that kind of thing always winds up getting on Noiz's nerves sooner rather than later. It's not as boring as he imagined it'd be, trying new things with Aoba. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try and do this more often.

If Aoba will even cooperate that far, anyway. Considering how much he'd protested earlier, even after the work thing...]

[seragakiscrapper]

[For once Aoba doesn't feel pressured to talk, which is nice. Knowing his company enough pays off and surprisingly the silence is companionable. He notes with light interest the foods Noiz is devouring at a steady rate, while the ones he leaves Aoba has found himself favoring.

The sounds of the other customers and food being put out fill the silence between them nicely. For once, spending time with Noiz has a natural quality to it.

Maybe that's why he can't help himself when he sees a line of sauce trailing from Noiz's lips. Gesturing to his own mouth:]

You've got something.